Well…since the last time I blogged, I’ve lost a kidney stone, Josiah lost a tooth, Maya lost her fro and Bart lost his job. It’s been quite a month, if I do say so myself.
About two weeks ago, I felt a stomach ache coming on and by the middle of the night I was convinced it was appendicitis and decided to drive myself to the ER (it was easier than waking the kids and taking everyone there). So there I sat at 4am, waiting for a CT scan and drinking way too many liquids to prepare for it, staring at a wall and trying to overhear the latest ER staff drama. I declined pain meds just in case I needed to drive back home due to a false alarm, so those 4 hours went by v.e.r.y s.l.o.w.l.y. However, when the dr. finally returned with my results- I got rushed out there faster than ever, which was great. So yes, a kidney stone was causing some lovely pain…not as bad or the same as 15 years ago when I had one, which is why I didn’t realize I was passing another kidney stone…but awful enough. I drove myself to the pharmacy and by that time I was a tad hunched over and probably looked dire enough that the pharmacist filled my pain med prescription in record time and I was climbing into my bed soon after…where I frequented often for the next week. All’s well now. Phew.
Josiah lost a tooth yesterday, one that he’s been wiggling for soooooo long. I was dreading it because I have a horrible record as tooth fairy performer…as in I’m pretty sure the last one he lost (he’s lost at least 8 teeth already) I said just leave on the counter because the tooth fairy isn’t psyched on using stairs. hehe. Anyway, after enduring a painfully over-televised swimming olympic evening I flopped into bed so exhausted, which of course, turned into laying awake for over an hour… but thankfully about 45 minutes in I remembered my tooth fairy deeds and sprinted downstairs to find a prize. I settled on two dollars- way more than we’ve ever given but I was tired and didn’t want to search for coins. A minute later I found myself arm deep under my son’s head and his giant stuffed bear that duels as his pillow. My heart pounding as I literally was moving his head around to find the baggy containing his tiny tooth…and thought perhaps I’d just say the tooth fairy had changed his policy and was now leaving teeth as memorabilia. Finally, my fingers hit plastic and I made the switcheroo flawlessly- for the FIRST TIME EVER. Upon returning to bed, I had to text someone and get some props…my sister is always good for a nice pat on the back- I got my gold medal.
I’ve been staring at my dearest daughter’s head for a few weeks now, knowing I needed to make a change…the crazy freestyle fro was slowly turning into matted dreads and whole flattened areas- a disaster. After spending 45 minutes massaging her scalp with several different conditioners and moisturizers and brushing through every last strand, I bit the bullet and went for pig tails. I’ve always felt like I had some freedom with her hair because it’s different than full blown African American hair- it is softer and looser- hence why I’ve not inducted her into the bonding time that is mother/daughter hair care. But this week I realized it’s gotta happen. I cannot let her hair go free anymore. It’s not right. Soon enough I will find someone who can tackle braids or something fancy, but for now this just means enduring tears on the regular, perhaps from us both.
And last but not least…my dearest husband is now unemployed. I’m sure most of you just skipped through the rest of this post (how rude! jk) so I’ll get right to it. Bart’s company offered him a promotion this week, which included a move to North Carolina…super exciting, shocking, but very generous. His job is how God moved us out to NJ four years ago and has been such an amazing gift to our family for the last 8 years but we clearly heard God prompting us to say no to this incredible offer. In effect, this meant there wasn’t a job left for Bart anymore. We feel such a peace about the decision and are so grateful for His leading…it’s exciting to see what’s next and so far, we are feeling really good. We have no idea what’s next…no clue…we fully believe that just because God said no to NC with Ivy doesn’t mean He couldn’t say yes to some other place, but who knows?! We are very expectant and feeling lots of grace to trust Him in this right now. Pray for us, and for Bart to find a job…it’s kinda important in this day and age. Until then, I’m really really enjoying having him around all day, err day.
I couldn’t think of anything Regan’s lost, which is why I left him out of this post. He is praying daily for his teeth to fall out, which I keep trying to explain will happen in their own time…alas. He just wants the treats. I’m not sure I can keep going with this tooth fairy mirage- I get overwhelmed thinking about how many teeth are going to fall out in the next ten years. Oh dear. Could I create a tooth fairy house? Put your tooth in there and in the morning, check it…it’s where she sleeps and since she’s overworked, it’s kinder to just leave it at her house instead of making her fly to us every time. Yeah? And I know what some of your are thinking…we don’t do santa or the easter bunny…how’d the tooth fairy weasel in? Five words: my dad is a dentist.